All Chapters of Pleasured by my Ex-Husband’s Uncle: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

MELANIE~•~The next two weeks passed in a blur.The conference had gone better than I expected. It was three days of panels and networking that reminded me exactly why I loved this field in the first place.I came back with a stack of business cards, two potential consulting leads for after my contract ended, and a renewed sense that leaving Patrick had been the best decision I’d made in years.I’d settled well into working with Christian’s team too. The hours were long but satisfying. It was the kind of work where I left the office exhausted but never resentful. I didn’t plan on attending anything else work-related for a while so even when the email about the annual charity gala landed in my inbox, I dismissed it. I’d just send in a donation.Galas meant photographers and small talk with people I had no interest in impressing, and after the long work week, I was ready for a quiet weekend that didn’t involve dressing up for anyone.It seemed like the universe didn’t enjoy fulfilling

CHRISTIAN~•~I let Melanie go home by three in the afternoon in preparation for the charity gala that started at seven in the evening. I’d sent a stylist to her as well because she was going to use her lack of a dress as an excuse to skip the event.But I’d forgotten to ask her about the location I’d pick her up from.Based on the conversation she had with my nephew earlier in the day, it was obvious that he finally knew about the divorce and if he knew about it, it also meant she had moved out of his house. I only realized this when I was dressed, sitting in the back seat of the car, and ready to pick her up. I stared at my phone for a few minutes before I let my fingers fly across the keyboard.[Me: Send me your address.]I kept the message short, simple, and straight to the point.Melanie read it immediately and her response came mere seconds later.[Melanie Juarez: I’ll go on my own]I stared at the screen. She’d been hesitant to attend the gala in the first place. How could I t

MELANIE~•~I looked out the window, calculating the distance between me and the ground.If I jumped, I wouldn’t survive right?That was the only way to cure myself of my embarrassment. I couldn’t believe I let it happen again.I should have known Christian was a responsible man who would never leave me alone while I was drunk and vulnerable but I went ahead and drank a lot anyway and ended up bothering him. As if inconveniencing him to bring me to his house wasn’t enough, I even said all those crazy things to him. What would he think of me? If he asked me why I asked about the women he brought to bed, what could I say? I even outright asked him if he was gay!I must have been out of my senses!Well, I was, considering I was too drunk to tell him where I lived when he asked multiple times.Fuck. I was never taking alcohol again!Would he think I was throwing myself at him last night? Could I pass it as a recently divorced woman who was looking for affection after getting intoxicate

MELANIE~•~I ran out of there after that, my heart beating at a faster pace than normal.Christian offered to drive me home but I couldn’t sit in a cramped space with that man after that question! What the hell did he mean by that? He might have answered? Positively or negatively? I tried not to dwell on it, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it on the taxi ride home. Was he flirting with me? Surely not, right?He was just teasing me, like he always did. It only felt like flirting this time because I took my questions too far the previous night. That had to be it. There was no other logical explanation for it.Patrick was his nephew. I was Patrick’s ex-wife. He was a lot older than I was. He wouldn’t be interested in a woman like me and even if he was, he wouldn’t act on it.As the taxi dropped me off at my apartment complex and I stepped out, I realized I’d left my car at the location of the gala.As if Christian Sinclair could read my mind, my phone buzzed with a text from him at

MELANIE~•~“When are we finally going to celebrate your singleness?”“I just had the craziest day and you’re talking about celebration?” I asked Celina.She’d let herself in twenty minutes ago, her phone in hand as she scrolled through some list of bars she’d apparently been curating since the day I moved out of Patrick’s house for good. She looked up at my tone, immediately dropping the phone onto the couch cushion beside her. “Craziest how?”I dropped onto the couch across from her, dragging both hands down my face. “Where do I even start?” I groaned. Just thinking about this morning made me embarrassed all over again.“Start from the gala. You disappeared last night and didn’t answer my texts, which, rude, by the way.”“I was drunk.”“You’re always drunk lately.” She narrowed her eyes at me curiously. “Where’d you end up?”I hesitated, but there was no point lying to her. She’d get it out of me eventually anyway. “Christian’s place.”Celina’s mouth fell open. “Sinclair?”I nodded.